Mist of Ruin

Stalemate - all is quiet
 Pummeled by bombardment
 Splintered forests
 Shattered trunks
 Vultures gather to the drone of war drums
 As the toolmakers take the stage - the valves are opened
 On tens of thousands downwind
 Soon to drown on dry land
 Those who once would dwell in
 darkness and dream of the augur's visions
 More still who in spilling blood would read the sprawling entrails
 Care the tongue out - seize the lungs - silencing the sages
 Severed link to knowing when and how we meet our end
 Throw the curtain open!
 Hail the rolling sky!
 Breathe the corrupted ether!
 Bleeding from the eyes!
 Spellbound by the churning cloud as it writhes into the ages
 The heavens shed like leprous skin
 Rife with the disease of life
 Death march of green and yellow turns the ground before it silver
 Soul sucking mist of horror raining death across its pages
 Now you meet your end
 Drowning in your skin